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hwpl never could start
one those fires.
Dad, are you gonna have
chicken or meat?
Chickens fine.
This is a brilliant article.
Norman!
-You read Kens article on China?
-No, l havent.
Terrific article.
And where is Ken?
Hes in the house
watching the Yankee game.
Your husband comes for a day
in the country.
And heads straight
forthe TV set.
Ken, come on honey!
How many chicken?
How many hamburgers?
Two more outs. Three minutes.
Everybodys dying for a libation.
Make some of your famous
Stoli martinis.
Janet, when are you going
to have a child?
Youve let your sister have a
big head start.
Let Leslie practice viola hours
a day. lts not so easy.
Leave her alone.
l came in to make drinks
for everybody.
-What are you doing? Want a drink?
-Sure.
l was.
This is nuts!
We gotta get out of here.
What? No, well get caught.
l see them by the lake.
Theyre deep in conversation.
Wait! Theres Janet!
No. lts okay.
You cant scare me like that.
l grind my teeth. Just dont
scare me like that.
Just a false alarm.
Listen, try not to actually chew.
Wouldnt it be great
to be off alone.
Just relaxed. You and me.
ltd be so great.
Lets hang in. You never know.
Come on, open wide.
Turn the Yankee game off and
come out here now!
l will. Just one minute.
lts almost over.
lm done.
-Come any time you want.
-Can l?
lm done!
lm ready!
Leslie, is that you?
Can you lead me
down to the lake?
Just a minute, Grandma.
lm making some martinis.
-Sure, dear.
-l want to finish.
Ken? ls that you?
Finish what?
Hello!
-Come, Ken.
-Come?
Come, lead me to the lake.
Ever since l lost my second eye...
l feel so frail.
You dont have to moan.
lts not that terrible.
Ken is hurrying, Grandma.
Would you do the olives?
Could you do them quickly?
You can use onions, too.
l prefer onions,
dont you, Ken?
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Boy, you must really
love onions!
-Lucy?
-You schmuck! You bastard!
ld like to cut your head off.
Youre upset, right?
You knewwhatd happen!
What are you talking about?
Dont answer me, prick!
You knew! You just didnt
give a shit!
Take your coat off.
How could you write that book?
Are you so selfish...
you dont give a shit
who you destroy?
-l can tell youre angry.
-You told ourwhole story!
You gave me away to my sister!
Marvins left me. Hes gone.
lt was loosely based on us.
Dont bullshit me, motherfucker!
Do you think youre talking...
to one ofthose retarded
talk show hosts?
l lived through it with you.
l know how loosely based it is.
What, are you telling me your
blind grandmother...
caught us fucking?
Never!
Of course, you made a few
stupid exaggerations.
or, as the critics say:
"inspired comic flights".
But Jane recognized it.
Youd have to be sub-mental not to.
And Marvin was crushed!
Jane has suspected us for so long.
l know! And l denied it!
And now, youve gone...
and confirmed it all for her!
Big fucking deal!
You made Leslie shorter!
Big fucking deal!
But its all here!
The schmuck country doctor,
the violinist...
her sister in Connecticut
cheating with her husband.
The picture window, for Chrissake!
Cruel observations about Marvin...
and his barbecue and chefs hat.
And of course, Jane,
or as you so pathetically...
disguise her...
Janet.
Here it is:
"lt was not just that Leslie
was numbed...
with the spate of leaden
perceptions...
that passed forwit from Marvin.
Norwas the image
she shared with Ken...
of Marvins flaccid
microscopic member...
jiggling up and down
as he tiptoed naked...
across the icy floor
oftheir home...
to close the storm windows.
lt was that she
had never loved him...
but she wanted children to retaliate
against her sister...
who was not maternal, and whose
every inch, Leslie felt...
was occupied by gluttonous
self-love.
Ken fondled Leslies large breasts,
mounting her from the rear."
Big fucking deal!
-You gave her large breasts!
-Leslie...
Lucy!
lm Lucy, motherfucker!
Not Leslie!
Except of course,
l am Leslie...
because you didnt disguise it!
You didnt give a fuck!
You didnt care enough
to disguise it!
Please!
You pulled out two years ago.
You broke my fucking heart.
You left yourwife and me...
for some little cooze!
Me and Janet!
Jane. Janet is the character
in the book.
Now...
two years later...
your latest magnum opus...
emerges from this sewer of
an apartment...
where you take our suffering
and turn it into gold...
literary gold!
Everyones misery,
you even cause misery...
and use your alchemy...
to turn it into gold, like
some fucking black magician!
lm the one who
wound up in Bellevue.
You deserve it and worse.
You ruined my life!
lll blow my brains out!
Whats wrong with you?
ln front of you...
because you caused it.
My brains on your carpet!
Youre unstable!
Will you relax?
Thats why l turn you on.
Janes crazy sister.
Youre not going to kill yourself.
No. youre not,
because its not in you.
Youre neverwere
the dramatic type.
Jane is the dramatic sister.
Jane is the solo violinist.
Relax, for Christs sake.
Youre right.
l dont have the nerve
to kill myself.
l knew it as l came over here...
l said no.
Not m
